Chapter 21: Green Forest Marketplace

Morning.

The mist was hazy.

Green Forest Marketplace is located on a cyan mountain peak, and all around the mountain peak is a kind of cyan giant tree.

The mountain peak is shrouded in thick fog, a bit unclear, but at the foot of the mountain, there are rows of sheds, mostly built with giant wood taken from the spot, appearing very narrow and closed, without water ditches at the door, and sewage flowing wantonly.

"Is this Green Forest Marketplace? It's really not as good as hearing about it…"

Fang Xing was dressed in a cyan robe, with a bun on his head, carrying a basket on his back, his face had long been disguised, and he was a young man with honest features, looking no different from the locals.

At this time, he sighed, remotely controlling a simulated yellow bird in the sky to fall and drill into the basket.

He had racked his brains for today's exploration.

Just the escape route was planned in many ways, and he wore a primary nano-protective suit inside the robe, with an electric baton on his waist, which could be described as fully armed.

Not only that, there were simulated bird-type drones on the way, monitoring the movement around at all times, which had already allowed him to avoid several groups of guys who looked like they were not easy to mess with.

"Is this a Cultivator workshop, or a slum?"

After entering the shed area, the first thing that greeted him was a foul smell, making Fang Xing couldn't help but fan the air in front of his nose.

The road was muddy, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally revealed a section of white bones…

Looking at the appearance, it seemed like a human thigh bone.

"Damn…"

Fang Xing looked at the corner ahead, where a fresh corpse seemed to be lying, and he didn't know who killed it, and it had long been stripped clean.

Several pedestrians on the road looked hurried, and occasionally could see eyes peeking from the cracks in the wooden boards and windows.

Everyone seemed to be accustomed to corpses.

'Chaotic, disorderly… possible to die at any time?'

'Living in this environment, the mental pressure must be great!'

Fang Xing muttered in his heart, and his eyes condensed.

A tall and thin middle-aged man walked over from the front, dressed in a grey Daoist robe, his expression cold and gloomy.

More importantly, the grey Daoist robe on the other party actually had strands of spiritual light flickering as he walked!

"Magic robe? Cultivator?"

Fang Xing's heart moved, and he hurriedly learned from several martial artists nearby, standing on the side, letting the middle road out.

Several martial artists even bowed deeply, with humble and flattering smiles on their faces.

Everything was so natural, as if it were a convention.

'Etiquette, respect, and inferiority, the law of the jungle…'

'If you don't avoid and salute, will you be killed? And die in vain?'

With a touch of heaviness, Fang Xing walked out of the shed area and went all the way up.

The mountain path was paved with bluestone slabs, some of which were already covered with moss, which was quite a scenery.

After reaching the mountainside, large areas of buildings were vaguely visible, which were much neater, with stone slabs on the ground, which were relatively clean.

Several martial artists were sweeping nearby, and some were carrying wooden buckets, like servants.

After walking for dozens of meters, Fang Xing saw an archway, with the four characters "Green Forest Marketplace" written on it.

After entering the workshop, the flow of people increased significantly, and there were various vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and the goods were also strange.

Strange flowers and exotic herbs, vegetables and fruits stained with morning dew, wild beast skin, flesh, and bones, white rice…

Of course, there was no lack of various strange weapons, ancient talismans, and bottles and cans…

Quite a few people were in front of the stalls, either watching intently or bargaining.

Fang Xing watched coldly, generally confirming that most of the transactions here were barter, and besides that, the most used was a thing called "Spirit Sand," which was the strange crystal stone in his hand.

Besides the stalls, there were many shops in the workshop.

Green Elixir Workshop, Hundred Treasure Pavilion, Fire Refining Workshop, Small Talisman Hall, Listening Rain Building…

Some knew what was sold from the shop name, and some needed to guess.

Fang Xing paused slightly before the Listening Rain Pavilion, and as the sound of soft, seductive music seemed to drift into his ears, he immediately knew what kind of place it was.

"Little brother, want to play? It only costs one spirit stone!"

Perhaps because he stayed for too long, a young lady with half-exposed breasts beckoned, her eyes almost pulling silk, soft and charming to the bone.

'Spirit stone? Seems to be a higher-level currency than Spirit Sand?'

Fang Xing's heart moved, but his face pretended to be slightly red, shyly left, causing a burst of silver bell-like laughter behind him.

Half an hour later.

"How much is this 'Zhu Longcao'?"

Fang Xing, who had walked around, stopped in front of a stall, pointing to a grass herb on the stall that was as red as jade and had thick leaves.

The stall owner was an old man in the appearance of a farmer, smoking a brass-mouthed dry tobacco pot, and wisps of blue smoke came out of the pot.

Hearing Fang Xing's question, the old man was not in a hurry, took another beautiful puff, and then unhurriedly knocked the tobacco pot on the bluestone slab next to him.

There was a depression in that bluestone slab, and I don't know how long the old man had been habitually knocking it.

"Zhu Longcao is two spirit sands per stalk… but if you want to sell it to the old man, it's only one spirit sand per stalk."

The old man spoke slowly.

"How do you know?"

Fang Xing's heart moved, and his face was a little flustered, like a young man who had not yet entered the world.

"Hehe…" The old man smiled triumphantly: "The old man can smell the medicine in your basket from a distance of one foot. Is it Zhu Longcao? If you want to sell it for a high price, ask around everywhere first…"

"You are really… eyes like torches."

Fang Xing smiled honestly.

He had made quite a few preparations for this workshop trip, and the main material was "Zhu Longcao"!

After all, there were quite a few such herbs on the territory of that wild boar monster.

And using drones to harvest, the risk was actually not big.

This time Fang Xing carried twenty fresh Zhu Longcao, preparing to take a look at the market.

"To tell you the truth, Zhu Longcao is only useful to Qi Condensation Cultivators… We martial artists just earn some hard money, but the acquisition price in the workshop has been raised recently, otherwise, in normal times, you would need two or three stalks to exchange for one spirit sand!"

The old man had no business, so he was leisurely, chatting with Fang Xing casually: "Young man… the old man won't lie to you, your Zhu Longcao is the same price even if you take it to the shop, but the old man can give you a discount, ten stalks can give you eleven spirit sands…"

"I don't have that many, these few were exchanged for my life."

Fang Xing shook his head, a look of hesitation appeared on his face: "I'll look again…"

He didn't say much, turned around and mixed into the crowd.

"Damn, the bottom line of the people in this world is too low, I really can't trust it…"

"In comparison, at least the shop's reputation will be higher than individuals…"

"This little benefit of mine shouldn't be worth the shop turning its face and smashing its own signboard… but individuals may not be."

After comprehensive consideration, even if the acquisition price was lower, Fang Xing was prepared to trade in the shop.

"Selling talismans, freshly drawn talismans… Wind-riding Talisman, Fire Rain Talisman, Jin Zhong Shield Talisman, Spirit-measuring Talisman… everyone come and see."

At this time, Fang Xing was attracted by a shout again, came to a stall, and his expression couldn't help but tighten.

The stall owner was middle-aged, wearing a magic robe, with spiritual light on it, and he was actually a Cultivator!

"Wind-riding Talisman, stick it on your leg, make your feet have wind, necessary for traveling… sell it cheaply, one spirit sand per sheet…"

"Fire Rain Talisman, first-grade low-grade attack talisman, five spirit sands…"

"Spirit-measuring Talisman, can detect spiritual roots. As everyone knows, mortals without spiritual roots cannot cultivate. Everyone is a dragon and phoenix among people, maybe they measured it wrong when they were young, today is the second chance, change your life against the sky, it's all in one move… only eight spirit sands!"

Fang Xing heard this, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and looked at the last "Jin Zhong Shield Talisman."

This talisman was placed in the center of the stall, clearly a high-end product.

"First-grade middle-grade—Jin Zhong Shield Talisman, enough to withstand several attacks from Qi Condensation middle-stage Cultivators, it is a boutique among boutiques, only selling three spirit stones, I am losing money…"

Fang Xing had walked around for so long, and had long known that ten spirit sands could be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone, and felt that the stall owner's words were quite interesting.

He squeezed out of the crowd, compared in several shops, and finally walked into "Green Elixir Workshop"!

The reason for choosing here is that this seems to be a pill shop, and it must have a demand for herbs.

The second is the green leaf mark on the plaque, which is exactly the same as the mark on the bottom of the Blood and Qi Pill bottle, which gave Fang Xing a little good impression.

"This guest, what pills do you need?"

After entering the shop, a young lady with bright eyes and white teeth greeted him.

Even if she saw that Fang Xing was just an ordinary young martial artist, there was no trace of disgust on her face.

'Although it is an ordinary service level on Fledgling Star, in Green Forest Marketplace, it is too rare…'

Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and then replied: "Selling medicine… do you accept Zhu Longcao?"

"Naturally, we accept it, one spirit sand per stalk, I don't know how many the guest has?"

The young lady was stunned, then replied.

"Just these…"

Fang Xing took off the basket on his back and took out twenty Zhu Longcao.

"Hmm, freshly picked, although the technique is a bit raw, the medicinal properties are generally intact… a total of twenty spirit sands, what does the guest think?"

The young lady checked them one by one and gave a quote.

"Yes!"

Fang Xing was concise, and then saw the young lady collect the Zhu Longcao and take out two crystals.

"Low-grade spirit stone?"

His eyes lit up, took the spirit stone, and placed it in his palm.

I saw that this low-grade spirit stone was only the size of a fingernail, crystal clear, the mist inside was thicker, and there was a cool feeling in the palm.

"I don't know what other needs the guest has?" The young lady seemed to want to make another deal.

"Blood and Qi Pill…"

Fang Xing thought for a while and asked tentatively: "I don't know the selling price?"

"Blood and Qi Pill is used by mortal martial artists, very cheap, only one spirit stone per bottle." The young lady smiled and replied, although the tone was still as usual, it naturally carried a kind of high-above feeling.

"Give me a bottle!"

Fang Xing handed out the spirit stone that had just arrived and was not yet warm, and bought a jade bottle exactly the same as the one captured from the female martial artist.

After walking out of Green Elixir Workshop, he looked at the stall, and thoughtfully entered another building, which was "Small Talisman Hall." ===== CHAPTER 22 =====